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Letra de canciones: Morrissey.- How could anybody possibly know how I feel (Morrissey/Whyte)
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She told me she loved me, which means, she must be insane
I've had my face dragged in, fifteen miles of shit
And I do not, and I do not, and I do not like it

So how can anybody say they know how I feel
The only one around here who is me is me

They said they respect me, which means, their judgement is crazy
I've had my face dragged in, fifteen miles of shit
And I do not, And I do not, And I do not like it

So how can anybody say they know how I feel
When they are they and only I am I

He said he wants to befriend me, which means, he can't possibly know me

The voices of the real and the imagined cry, the future is passing you by, The future is passing you by

So how can anybody possibly think they know how I feel
Everybody look, see pain and walk away
And as for you in your uniform, your smelly uniform, you think you can be rude to me
Because you wear a uniform, a smelly uniform, and so you think you can be rude to me

But even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you
Even I, as sick as I am, I would never be you
Even I, sick and depraved, a traveller to the grave
I would never be you, I would never be you

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